Damian
“This chuffing heck!” The wording is no other than Natalie’s husband, who is staring at me, seeing the handiwork of my boyfriend from inside the boxing ring.
We have sort of become sparring buddies in the past two weeks and I need to get some of last night’s anger out of me. I never hit Bryan back when he used me as his practice last night. My f*cking nose still hurts.
The frown seemed to be permanently etched on my forehead now and I am in no mood to ease it off until this match is over. Climbing into the ring with my gloves on to begin a match, I know I will lose because the man is a seasoned fighter. But I need to get a release and blood is nothing new to me.
“Want to talk?” Polinski frowns as he takes his stance, his heels heavy on the floor. Jake Polinski and I are not
